Hey there,
little girl,
yes you little girl,
stop crying,
stop lying,
I know you’re trying little girl.
You’re smarter that you think, t
hrow the sharp silver down the sink,
open your eyes, no more good-byes
you can fly, little girl.
You have a purpose
don’t be nervous,
you can work this, little girl.
Don’t let that boy corrupt your head,
with those derogative things he said,
he’s crazy,
don’t be lazy to tell him “NO!”,
little girl.
Don’t let those girls bully you,
crush them like dirt under your shoe,
you can do this,
I can prove it,
listen to me,
little girl.
And if your parents are quarreling,
close your eyes and start to sing.
In a minute it’ll be over
and they’ll be sober, little girl.
And if you’re parents don’t treat you right
and every time you’re in a fight,
count to three, close your eyes and let the music be your guide.
When you can’t sleep at nights and
deep inside you want to cry,
look to me,
I’ll be your friend and put your tiny head to bed.
Who am I?
I am hope, here to free your body, mind and soul.
Let me be your best friend.
Hey, guess what?
You’re beautiful little girl.

Happiness, hmm, happiness
What does that word really mean ?
‘Cause for years I’ve been trying to find out,
I think you’ve found it,
But are you willing to help, me find it too ?

Money is not everything.
But life’s a struggle when you can’t afford a thing.
Life’s difficult,
when money’s not in your reach.
It’s as if it floats by on a leash,
with its ‘owner’ behind.
You stretch out the hand which has gotten so tired of stretching,
to touch it,
to feel it,
to hold it ..
Even if it’s just for a minute.
But as it’s about to land,
it gently flows off to another man;
whether to the doctor,
teacher,
the mechanic,
or the fisher woman.
Life’s hell when you don’t have it.
It’s hell when your hand is at your jaw,
and the other scratches your head like a dog’s paw.
It’s he’ll when you worry about your other meal,
because the fridge is empty.
There’s not even an orange seed.
It’s hell,
when you have to think about the light being gone,
the water being gone
and the internet being gone.
It’s hell when the amount of money left can be counted on your finger,
which means it’s a number: one digit – one figure.
It’s hell when you worry about the kids and what they think.
It’s hell when you have to borrow as if there’s no tomorrow,
borrow so much, it seems as if there’s a hole in your hand –
one the size of a rabbit’s burrow.
Mostly it’s hell when your throat gets hoarse from calling out to God for so long,
when you deprive yourself from food for so long ..
But still, no response.
It’s as if God’s saying:
*“Be still my child, that’s where you belong.”

Will I ever be okay?
I don’t know
It’s like I don’t know where to start.
It’s like everything is falling apart.
What did I do ?
What did I say?
Where did I go wrong ?
These are the questions that go through my head,
As I write this page,
And wonder in which day and age,
Will I ever be okay . .

Roses are red
Violets are blue,
You helped me
So I’ll help you too.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You like me
And I like you too.

Roses are red
Violets are blue,
You ‘love’ me
But I don’t love you.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You hurt me
So karma will get you.

Something was wrong.
I had an idea of what it was.
But I said “Impossible, how could this be?”
Whispers filled the room,
over here,
over there.
No eye contact was made.
Silence.
No one wished to speak.
But as long as my secret was with me I felt safe.

I was wrong. It was not safe.
I couldn’t hide what I felt,
I never usually could.
Tears streamed down my face like a river.
What for?
Like a snail I crawled into my shell.
Concealed from the world, where no one but myself could hurt me.
This silver thing glistened in my hand and with a smile,
my work was done.
It was like crimson red, flowed so freely.
I wish I was that free.
This was my only help.

The day faded and a new day was born.
Little did I know that trouble was knocking at my door.
Questions were asked.
A lot.
Harsh statements were made.
Laughter here and there.
Obviously, the cat was out of the bag.

I listened to my heartbeat,
It sounded like a tune,
Sounded like a tune that I’d beat for you.
Rhythmically it plays,
From high to low
Smooth to rough,
In tones it grows.
One day a screeching beep you’ll hear,
As it slowly fades and never to return again.
Enjoy this tune while it lasts,
So you won’t have to look back and regret your past.

It’s weird how one vaguely remembers important days,
Like a friend’s birthday.
But I’ll remember one day,
And no, it wasn’t my friend’s birthday,
But actually, it was mother’s day.
I’ll always remember it,
Because you said you were cooking for your mom
And I remember thinking:
“What a gentleman!”
I’ll remember it because you were at church that day,
And I laughed because the idea of you being at church,
Made me believe for a while that you were actually a “Good boy”- a gentleman.
Most of all though,
I’ll remember that day,
Because you practically asked me If I liked you.
I remember saying to myself: “He’s a genius!”
Because you twisted it up,
But to be frank, I would have done the same thing too.
Instead of saying : “Do you like me ?” – (like a normal being);
You asked : “Is there a boy that you currently like?”
I also remember thinking ,
“How awkward”
Because my feelings for you were as clear as the sea,
But here you are asking, if I liked you.
I’ll remember that day, because I imagined how misty the smoke would look as it forced its way out of your lungs,
After a deep inhalation of the one you called: “Marie”
I’ll remember creating scenes in the desert of my mind
Of how it would feel to meet you for the first time –
if you’d hug me and smile,
Like a gentle man.
I’ll remember that day because I kept wondering:
“What if our first encounter was bad? “
“What if he doesn’t like what he sees?” –
I remember laughing because thought it was funny.
I’ll remember thinking that I should stop building feelings for you so fast.
I’ll remember it because I made my imaginations get the better of me –
I imagined us in the place where my only use for that place is to sleep.
I’ll remember that day because trying to get you off my mind failed once more-
Because when I fell asleep you were at the forefront of my mind
And when I woke up,
You still were.

Today marks a month since we haven’t spoken.
Today marks a month since our friendship was broken.
I don’t know what happened,
And I don’t know what I did.
All I remember is the letter I wrote…
The letter which took us
                                                                ­                a   p  a  r  t.

I had polished it
Cleaned it,
And fine-tuned it
To make it perfect for you, my ex best friend.
But believe me when I say, that’s when our friendship ended.
I remember how I typed it ,
And how I wrote it.
And I remember doing it four times…


I had forgotten it all,
Forgotten it like it was a bitter medicine,
One which only left a bad aftertaste in my mouth.
Until, I found the letter.
That was when I began to cry,
That was when I realized
That, this loss was my prize.
A prize for wanting too much,
A prize for getting too close, too attached
Like threads in my clothes.
The only thing left, was for it to be burnt.


I burnt it and watched it turn into ashes.
I watched our memories fade away.
I remember how viciously the flames fought its way to my face.
As if it was saying : “This is what you get- shame and disgrace.”
And all I could do was cry,
As I watched our memories fade
a  w  a  y.

Whenever I see you,
The only thing that comes across my mind is :
“What did I do?”
It is the only question that has settled in my mind for the past week.
It is the only question that still lingers, like the smell of your cologne ,
Whenever you pass by . .
It is the only question that leaves me to ask : “Why?”
The last time we spoke,
Was the day I gave you a letter.
A letter in which I threw my heart onto the page,
To express how much I value our friendship,
To this very day.
I remembered slowly peering out of the corner of my eyes
To see your face
And to my disappointment, your emotions were very vague.
I expected this letter to bring us so close,
So close that it’d seem as if we were both fitted into one clothes.
So close that we’d look like Siamese twins,
So close that we’d commit the same sins.
But it was actually the opposite.
Now,
You w a l k p a s t me,
You don’t even say hi.
You don’t look at me.
Maybe you feared that if you did,
You’d lie about how you felt, like a kid.
I thought that we were best friends
I thought that “Our friendship would last throughout time.”
Maybe ..
Maybe it was a lie.
Or maybe it’s just my imagination.
Maybe we’re still friends and you’re just waiting for me to say “Hi”
Or maybe it’s what I wrote in that stupid letter,
Although it was filled with love and sincerity.
Or maybe it’s something I did.
Maybe it’s something I did.
You’re just another lost friend – lost treasure
Which increases in numbers on my fingers e v e r y d a y.
You’re gone, but the scent of your cologne still
L  i  n  g  e  r  s
Like my memories of us.